Category Archive: PETER’S WRITING
She’s a Blue Rose
(photo by noumenon)
She ignored the blow upon the door, Resisted the telephone’s siren call, In dead of night she’d run and hide And never guess what awaited her. She waxed, she waned, she symbolized For a moment, everything, And in the next irrelevant second She swears she saw a meaning. What one remembers of these things, The singing, I suppose. She has heard nothing to perturb her, No cloud or shape forms in the sky beyond; No gestures, murmurs, hisses of complaint Disturb the frothy songs of which she’s fond, The angels grew a lawn over all The world, to break our…
Continue Reading →The Boys in Brazil
[At the anti-celestial Palm Court Café, São Paulo] Bromide: Welcome to Concepcion! Whoever you may be, Surrender any weapons, set where we can see, In classical tradition we will not ask you your name Until you have sat down and eaten, nor from whence you came. Hush. From the city of dreams with its one-man-armies, Coloring by numbers a land of glass and bone, Only fire cleanses for the rain does not wash Away those who abet these activities; not yet. For those men with a brain to wash, With announcements to make and facts to ignore Force be the…
Continue Reading →The Ontological Argument
(NASA)
The object is a mighty wood, full of sound and light, It might be moving Birnam, making life complete. At the very least, the image caught within our sight Is possible, sees mere dreams retreat. A busy day for the Flight of God And all who comprise his smoking train — Making off for icy pastures, wearing wool that smells Of rain; turn the pages ever over, while the jet Refuels in Spain — tearing paper into pieces, Scattered ashes on a plane… Windswept, bony, lonely country — See the earth stretch out its hand. The object of all thought…
Continue Reading →Malign Fiesta
Spirit: I’m depressed by a trouble, a spot of bad luck, Yes, indeed, a rude little spot! If one could only play safe, preferred a feed to a f**k, Yes, quite, knew to shit or get off the pot! We’re just as mad at one another As we’ve always been but our glib veneer Is rent-no more may we rosily smother Our harsh perceptions; bright, loud, unclear. There’s many a slip twixt cup and lip.., even exemplars indulge and so on, Do you think RFK, before being whacked By the hotel icebox, `once and future king’ writ thereon Had some…
Continue Reading →We Built This City
(photo by Aaron Escobar)
We want the good or bad of things we made, Words to paint our favorite universal truth, Only the essence indivisible, Remember we want the world they built — Not some old B-side no one ever played, Not some jungle ruled by claw and tooth, Some character with adverse traits invisible, Shadow lands of innocence, not guilt. Where office blocks are lightships — A moth will find them sweet, So many rooms to greet the dawn of darkness. K doffs his hat to another man As along the pavement they slink; One will say how he misses the country Where…
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